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[clayderogatory]

look at this idiot standing there this is certainly a top 10 moments before disaster ordeal

[lovebvffys]

The X Files | 1x01 - Pilot

"The Truth? I think those kids have been abducted.”

“By who?”

“By what.”

[katiethelmie]

“2 minutes.”

“Okay.”

[thealdersgateoffice]

Filming of Slow Horses Season 6 has wrapped!

📸 @rosalind.eleazar

[helluva-artblog]

Move aside, Fizz! It's Blitzo time!

Bonus:

[bi-the-wei]

Ooof I'm out of practice I spent too long only drawing derps and then I spent too long not even drawing derps

Whelp only way to get back into practice is to... well.... practice. haha

So because I find it encouraging to do so, I'm posting more progress updates that I'll prolly delete later. Enjoy as I slowly go nuts filling in all this hair

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

The real reason Aphmau can’t love them back

Keep in mind this is referring to my rewrite <3

The “them” in question is Garroth and Laurance

Garroth is the descendent and incarnation of Esmund the Protector: an admirer and great friend of Irene/Aphmau’s.

Laurance is the incarnation of Xavier the admirer: guardian, friend, and lover of Irene/Aphmau.

She loved them both dearly, they, along with the rest of the Divine Warriors meant the world to her.

But, in order to seal Shad away for good, she had the use the life forces of the warriors, killing them. And although Xavier was not a Divine Warrior, he was still lost in the final battle.

Esmund and the others were essentially incinerated, there were no bodies to tend to. But Xavier wasn’t.

The blast wounded him, more than Irene herself could heal. All she could do was sit with him, hold him. Until he could hurt no longer.

Some years after, she’s unable to move on. She can’t. It was her fault. She still tries to help people, but she’s so tired. And so, she locks herself away for 900 odd years.

When she returns without memories, it’s a fresh start for her. But each time she encounters a Divine’s incarnation, she can feel it. She doesn’t know what it is exactly that she’s feeling, only an overwhelming sense of trust and love.

And she feels it strongest with Garroth and Laurance. She assumes purely that this is due to them being her guards.

But along with those feelings and trust and love, comes a pit in her stomach. A sense of guilt. A sense of doom.

She can’t help but feel like she’s only hurting them by letting them get so close. She can’t love them, not the way she wants to. The way they want her to.

Because that’s how they get hurt. That’s what gets them killed. Again.

[the-blind-geisha]

He's just wondering if Link has any games on his phone.

Shoutout to LoZ OoT for having the most horrific night terror known to man till the Guardians and Gloom Hands showed up.. Link needs help getting to his sword.

Am I late? Damn. Ah well. I am picking out prompts I'd love to do for both Inktober and Linktober. I know I don't draw/ write it enough, but I am a huge LOZ nerd. ♥

[mama-ships]

I made this like a week ago(or more)

And completely forgot about him 😭

Anyway, @sinclairmaxwellao3 @cyborgfoxcripple

Here's that madman I promised lmao

[kiraboss-daily]

i saw someone refer to these as the yuri and yaoi poses so like of course i had to

references under cut:

image 1 || image 2

[okaydays]

Colin was out with friends for the evening, so Penelope reheated some leftovers for dinner, and then assembled all the things she needed for a quiet night in - lit candles, soft music echoing from their new bluetooth speakers, a cup of tea that was still hot on the coffee table, a comfortable blanket. 

She’s sitting on the couch with said blanket and her carefully chosen book (Love in the Time of Cholera), and she should be having a great time. Back when Penelope was at her mother’s house, with all the commotion and whining, this was the kind of evening she’d dreamt about. Just her, quiet and cosy. No one to bother her.

But she lives with Colin, now. And while he is, occasionally, a bother, it’s never really unwelcome. Not when he could bat those blue eyes, shoot her a winsome grin and spin her around to the music like they’re ballroom dancing.

A quiet evening to herself seems boring in comparison. 

What Penelope wants, in truth, is exactly what she has now - a little comfortable moment, but with Colin’s arms around her instead of a blanket. Leaning against him, maybe with his own book, instead of just the sofa arm.

She misses him, really. And it’s only been an hour or so. 

Oh well. Penelope nestles back further into the couch. He won’t be back for a while, so the book will have to keep her company for now.

“Tell him yes,” She reads. “Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”

Around fifteen minutes later, the front door opens. Penelope almost knocks over her mug of tea with how violently she jumps. And then - oh, it’s just Colin. And then - oh, it’s Colin!

‘Colin!’ she exclaims, interrupting her internal monologue by just stating it out loud. ‘What are you doing back so early?’ 

He’s leaning against the doorframe, flashing her that grin she adores. ‘Got all cosy, did you?’ he asks, looking around at the lit candles and bluetooth speaker and the blanket they got from his mother as a housewarming present. ‘Mind if I join in?’ 

Penelope moves along the sofa and lifts up the corner of the blanket in invitation. Colin slides right in, and they adjust - he’s now sitting where she’s just vacated, arm slung around her shoulders, and she’s leaning into him with one leg over his and one on the coffee table. 

It’s even better than she imagined.

‘Missed you,’ Colin says after a minute. She’d gone back to her book and he was on his phone, reading an article, but she looks up at that. 

‘They were talking about sports or something, and I thought, ‘I’d rather be home with my girl,’ so now I’m here,’ he says, looking right back at her. 

Something warm unfurls in Penelope’s chest at that. At the pet name, at the fact that he’d preferred her boring evening to a fun night out, at the fact that he was now here and that it was exactly where he’d wanted to be. 

Colin kisses her once, gently, and when she leans in again, he moves over to kiss her forehead instead. 

‘We can do that later. You were prepared for a quiet night, right? Don’t let me get in the way of that,’ he says, equally as gently, and Penelope shakes her head.

‘You don’t get in the way. You make it better,’ she admits, and he smiles. Pulls her in closer. 

‘Glad we moved in together,’ he says, and puts his phone on his thigh so he can reach over and carefully open her book back up, from where she’d been keeping track of her page with her thumb.

So Penelope goes back to her book, and Colin goes back to the article, and the track switches to a new piano piece. And then when her tea gets cold, he goes and makes her a new one, just the way she likes it. 

Tell him yes, the book said. She’s so glad she did.

(Also on ao3)

[thedomesticanthropologist]

26 days sober! So close to making it a whole month free from cannabis and alcohol!

Just a reminder that you don't have to be a heavy user to be an addict,

You don't have to hit rock bottom to want to recover

You don't need a special reason to be sober 💕

[screampied]

vegas bby I need to tell you this bc your mind is one of a kind when it comes to writing.

It came to me in a dream but imagine being in a causal hookup situation w Toji but one night you guys both find out you both stopped seeing other people but it’s a shock to Toji bc he thought he was the only one but when he found out you did as well it had him completely whipped and down bad and he starts to love u even more than he already did MMMMMM.

I’m not completely sure if you’ve already done a concept like this but I don’t mind I just needed to share this ESPECIALLY considering the way you wrote him in the most recent fic w shiu (im still recovering) I could totally see him giving bottom and that shit is so attractive.

I love and appreciate you so so much for everything you do and taking your valuable time to write the most scrumptious pieces any person can consume 🛐

-🩶

omg nonnie don’t tempt me to write another toji fic ahaha (cries in 100 abandoned drafts). casual hookups with toji, uuuuugh. WHIPPED TOJI oh are you like in my walls rn. whipped toji drives me insaneeee

imagine toji realizing he’s in love mid stroke. i wanna write that sssssoo bad, i love mean nasty toji but soft dom toji always gets me too <3 when he’s just so smitten for reader im sobbing 🙍‍♂️🙍‍♂️. im not sure if i have, actually !!! you can peek in my masterlists, i have wrote soft toji before at some points but nothing this specific. i’d love to write this btw. AHHH U READ THAT FIC IM GAGGED RHANKYOU. writing bottom bratty toji’s gotta be my favorite, idk. that was soooo fun, i get what ur sayin entirely

but thank you sm :3 you are an angel, kisses to ur brain bc this is YUMMMM 💘💖💗💓. i’ll see what i can do once my schedule is free xoxo

[ender-of-the-sender]

IVE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN

HEAR ME OUT.

[shibara]

Hey, did something happen that I'm getting a sudden ton of attention on my Transformers work?

Thanks in advance to whoever tossed it towards a discord server or something 0w0/

[thetreedragon]

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